June 2007
 

09-19.426N
080-00.305W

Anchored
Near Mouth of Chagres River
Panama

Saturday, June 16

Arriving here moments ago at 1040, we again find peace as we did last November, though on the way in our keel was barely six inches above some rocks, thanks to John's slightly incorrect navigation.

Pachamama is for sale now, and every trip could be our last aboard, although the most likely scenario is that we will take her back to Florida in December, and live aboard there until she sells.  Merely writing these words provokes tears.


09-20.775N
079-54.592W

Anchored
The Flats, Colon Harbor, Panama

Thursday, June 14

The second to the last anchorage in San Blas was Chichime, also our first anchorage on entering San Blas in November.  Turned out, this was an important place to be.

First, Chichi renewed an acquaintance with Sunaina, a young Australian woman traveling a year throughout South America.  They first met at Coco Bandero, on the beach, when she arrived with a group of back packers.  This friendship led to a fine dinner and conversation.  She was staying with a Kuna family on Chichime, as were four Peace Corps Volunteers from El Salvador.  The Peace Corps experience, being profound in John's life, was a solid common ground.

For reasons difficult to describe, these encounters led to intense discussions between Chichi and John, and the probable termination of our sailing experience.

Doug and Linda aboard "Que Linda," made our visit to Portobelo enjoyable and complete.

Here, we are shopping in markets and in The Free Zone, obtaining enough food for the next two weeks.  Chichi leaves the 23d, John the 28th.



09-35.279N
078-40.671W

Anchored
Eastern Hollandes
"The Swimming Pool Anchorage"

Tuesday, June 5

Chichi and I are having a tough time.  The heat is bearing on us like a giant press.  While Chichi enjoys the water, swimming, and aerobic water exercise, John is sitting with the little to do, and no books, he having read every one on the boat, some twice.  (At a beach gathering last night, he expected to trade lots of books, but found that the other people had read every book he brought, leaving no opportunities for trades.)  

Sunday, mid afternoon, John started crying for no obvious reason, perhaps best described as feelings presented by a child who says, "Dad, I want to go home."  Chichi saved the day by proposing a swim, which brought us both back to reality, but both still with a desire to do something different than we are doing.  Snorkeling is interesting, but no replacement for a good movie.  We also decided to move, which gave us a sense of purpose, but, on arrival here, we were disappointed with the anchorage because it has none of the beauty and charm of The Coco Bandero.  "The swimming pool," is the most popular anchorage in San Blas, but for no natural reason, except perhaps that over the years many cruisers have decided to stop here and to gather on Barbecue Island for Monday drinks and finger food, and for special days like Thanksgiving.  We see eight other boats, and last night we learned that one has been here six years.  Such a commitment to a single location is beyond our comprehension.

Today, we move to Chichime, which is the first location we visited in San Blas on arrival last November.  

South of Reality is here, but Allergy is not.  We have good rapport with Byron and Denise, and we hope to see them frequently along the way.  They, like us, return to the states in July for several special family events including the 80th birthday of Denise' Mother.  Allergy is single handed by John, from Toronto, who also appears to be having a tough time rafter three years.  He describes continuous anxiety, somewhat offset when he can follow another vessel.  Katy, from Venezuela, is with him now, but she is likely to return to Venezuela in July.

                                                                                                                                                                     The Far Side

The first of two little known facts is that Coco Bandero was named for actor Antonio "Coco" Bandero, who made famous the song, "Don't Cry for Me Chichime."

South of Green Island, a small atoll with three trees was re-named "Chichidup" in November, and a new method of demonstrating respect was instituted.  Anyone visiting Chichidup should first purchase a gallon of rum, them poor one ounce into a small container. On arrival at Chichidup, the rum is to be released onto the beech, assuring pleasure for the visitor.  However, for more long lasting effects, a permanent kind of aura or good luck, the bottle of rum, and all its remaining content, is to be given to The Great Deity Chichi, who provides a blessing in return.  The Quechua Deity Pachamama has assured that this method will work, and will assure a good life.


09-30.619N
078-37.612W

Anchored
Coco Bandero Keys
Comarca de Kuna Yala
Panama

Friday, June 1

Adam and Eve were born here.  They were seen romping in the sand, running the circumference of the island to our north, in less than ten minutes.  Not a big island, but, still, a little bit of paradise.

This is the most idyllic, tranquil, beautiful location we have experienced since The Exumas in The Bahamas.  We can swim from the boat to the island, and Chichi, at last, has been able to mount her hammock and relax for hours in quiet rapture.
The snorkeling is superb, as proven yesterday when we met Denise and Byron (South of Reality), and John and Katy (Allergy) to explore both a wreck and a reef only five minutes from here.  

At last, three fisherman brought us a large red snapper, big enough for three meals and an outstanding soup.  Of course, we also had a dumb dumb.  The other day we gave $5 to three fellows on a cayuco, on the promise that they would return with fruit, bread and maybe meat.  We never saw them again.  (This is common here.  Cruisers become so anxious for fresh produce, that we assume a bit more risk than normal.)